Kayden
When we reached the media room, it was a den of wolves. I could hear the frantic clicking of keys and the low murmurings of the reporters who were waiting to torture me with questions.
I already knew the questions they were about to ask. They didn't care about the 4–1 score or the hat tricks. All they wanted to know was who I truly was.
As my teammates and I took our seats at the long podium, I heaved a deep sigh. I was seated between Rhys and Coach Reddick, the emotional support that I needed.
Rhys didn't let my hand go, and each time he sensed my uneasiness, he caressed my hand gently, while Coach Reddick just patted me on the shoulder, telling me it would be fine.
The moderator stepped to the mic and cleared her throat. "We will now begin the post-game press conference with the Stanley Cup champions."
